If life was so simple, I suppose we wouldn’t be quite thinking creatures. Somehow, I think I belong to those times when people led carefree lives in the countryside, contented with life, milking the cows, tending the sheep, sowing the seeds, having home-made cookies and muffins every day, watching the clouds roll by, the stars twinkle in the sky, and having a nice hot coffee at the fireplace… 

Well. For now, I shall settle with this essay I must complete, along with too many other things. Dreaming, can come later.

I don’t have to feel this way, I think. There is absolutely no need. Heart, sea, wind. 

We are so utterly ordinary, so commonplace, while we profess to know a Power the Twentieth Century does not reckon with. But we are ‘harmless’,and therefore unharmed. We are spiritual pacifists, non-militants, conscientious objectors in this battle-to-the-death with principalities and powers in high places. Meekness must be had for contact with men, but brass, outspoken boldness is required to take part in the comradeship of the Cross. We are ’sideliners’—coaching and criticizing the real wrestlers while content to sit by and leave the enemies of God unchallenged. The world cannot hate us, we are too much like its own. Oh that God would make us dangerous!

-Jim Elliot

A little something sent by Joanna. Dangerous Christians! HMMMM!